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R.I.P. Gram Parsons: beautiful dreamer, cosmic cowboy, and hippie heartbreaker who flew off to the Great Gilded Palace of Sin in the Sky 36 years ago today, leaving his body in room 8 of the Joshua Tree Inn. He is survived by a daughter, Polly, a granddaughter, Harper Lee, and his songs.
Wow, this post gave me pause this morning. I know that Parsons has been dead for decades, but seeing this made me feel like he was alive and you were reporting that Gram had just passed away. What a strange feeling of immediate loss for someone who is already gone.
ReplyDeleteI guess it's a testament to the power of his music.